Page 127 of By His Vow

“You know, you still didn’t tell me that I looked good tonight,” I tease, remembering our conversation from earlier.

Her attention makes my face heat as I focus on the road ahead.

“I’m pretty sure your ego is already inflated enough. You don’t need me making it any bigger.”

“But you think I look hot?”

She sighs. “Yes, Kingston. You look hot in a dinner suit.”

“Now was that so hard to confess?”

She thinks for a moment, refusing to answer.

“How long are we driving for?”

“Get comfortable,” is the only answer I give.

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TATUM

Iawake with a start. My heart is racing, my skin is clammy, and between my legs throbs.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as I press my face into the pillow.

There is only one man’s face in my mind, and from the way my body is singing, I know exactly what I was dreaming.

Stupid, traitorous body.

We hate him, remember? I silently fume at myself.

I draw in a deep, hopefully calming breath, but the scent that fills my nose isn’t familiar.

I sit up quickly and look around. It’s dark. So dark I can barely see anything. But it’s enough to confirm that I don’t know where I am.

Reaching out, I find the other side of the bed empty.

What the fuck is going on?

The last thing I remember was being in Kingston’s fancy-ass car.

I vaguely remember my eyes getting heavy as the gentle purr of his engine lulled me to slumber.

Surely, I didn’t fall asleep so hard that I have no memory of getting in here?

Oh my god. I lift my hand to discover what I’m wearing.

A t-shirt and…

Fucking hell.

My heart continues to race but for an entirely different reason from when I first woke.

Not willing to sit here in the dark, silently freaking out, I slide my hand toward what I hope is a nightstand and possibly a lamp.

I feel around until I find it, and to my relief, soft light fills the room.

“Oh my god,” I breathe. The bedroom is stunning. It’s all cream and gold and soft fabrics.